How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 566

The shock of the moment rippled through everyone present.

Who could have predicted such an outcome?

Between the revelations about Sylvie and Elodie's true identity, it was all too much to take in.

Grady's face shifted from pale to a splotchy blue, but he was left speechless.

Esmeralda had noticed Grady's actions, too; her expression was thunderous, but she no longer cared to intervene. At this point, Sylvie was about to be investigated by the authorities-far beyond Grady's reach.

Patricia's expression was inscrutable. She stared at Jarrod for a long moment before finally speaking: "Mr. Silverstein, aren't you the least bit concerned?"

That question seemed to snap everyone else out of their daze.

All this time, Jarrod had barely reacted. He looked as if none of this had anything to do with him.

He glanced at Patricia, his tone calm. "It's just an investigation. Why should I be worried?"

Patricia frowned, unsettled by the odd detachment in his voice.

Sylvie's situation needed to be addressed, yet the day's competition also had to

be concluded properly.

no

the

that her identity was out in the open, who could

was the only

followed this field knew the legend of U.N2-that prodigious breakthrough everyone had always assumed was the work of an industry giant. Who would have imagined

years ago, she'd only

on everyone, belatedly,

kind of rare genius was

this time, national-setting. If things had gone as planned, her anonymity contract would have simply expired,

this kind of

all, were supposed to

she was, fame and recognition coming

all eyes on her, no one would dare

was, without exaggeration, a singular figure in the

atmosphere in the hall was still

rare, genuine

words reignited

applause broke out all

watching Elodie-now- brilliant and unassailable in the spotlight. After a moment, a faint smile tugged

all, couldn't help but wipe away

noticed her and chuckled, ruffling her hair.

He felt it, too.